My Spanish Getaway...Part I

Pre-Departure
For months leading to the 19th September, Steve and I have been eagerly anticipating our week-long holiday in Malaga, Spain. So on the 18th September, all the bags were packed, passports packed, tickets printed and we set off to the airport early on 19th September, took the 7.50am flight from Bournemouth and arrived in Torremolinos at around noon local time, greeted by the wonderful and hot sunny Spanish weather.

Upon arrival
Because we have been to Torremolinos so many times and knew exactly how to get to the flat, we wasted no time at all in settling into the flat and stocking up on food and drinks, and making the flat nice and cozy for our week there.

However, when we went downstairs to check out the pool, it was to our utter disappointment to discover that the pool was shut. Hoping that it was just being temporarily shut for cleaning, we made a note to check it again the next day, keeping our toes and fingers crossed.

So having nothing to do and keen to follow the Spanish culture, we decided to enjoy a siesta before heading to town for some dinner.

That was when it all happened... I was carrying a box of cookies and a water bottle and as I was making my way down the few flight of stairs to the bedroom, I slipped and fell, BIG TIME, on my bum and IT HURT LIKE HELL. When Steve finally got me onto the bed, I was in floods of tears because of the pain.  After the initial shock and pain died down a little, I stood up to go to the bathroom. That was when I realised that when I fell down, I must have knocked my problematic heel somehow and I could not put my foot down without it hurting like hell. Sharp pains shot up from my right heel straight to my calf every time I attempt to put my foot down and walk. Which meant that I had to hobble on my toes wherever I went and going from the living room to the kitchen was an enormous effort.  Worst of all, the flat was on the 4th floor, with no elevator !!

ALAS!!! What am I going to do?!?! I simply cannot face the prospect of being trapped in the flat for the whole week of my holiday. What about poor Steve? Not only did he have to be at my beck and call, fetching everything I needed, he also had to go shopping on his own and to bring home dinner and lunch for me!! And did I not mention that we have both been looking forward to this holiday for months and months?!?!

Stay tuned and I shall reveal what happened next in Part II as I need to be heading off to dreamland for my much needed sleep to be ready for work tomorrow morning...

Till then...